There's too much going on in here
No time to quiet down
Words are just a charade
There's so much more going on.
A dream's a dream's a dream
Without one I'd be a happier soul
But it burns, it calls, it refuses to
Go down in lifeless hope.
Obtuse remarks, as one by one
We stagger through each day,
Not surrendering to what's inside,
Listen, says Gaga, You were born this way.
To those that break or soar or fall
As fools or freaks or genius minds
Make no mistake, all peas in the same pod
For they hold true to what's inside.
Inspired by,
"Full of high-sentence but a bit obtuse."
-Eliot
No time to quiet down
Words are just a charade
There's so much more going on.
A dream's a dream's a dream
Without one I'd be a happier soul
But it burns, it calls, it refuses to
Go down in lifeless hope.
Obtuse remarks, as one by one
We stagger through each day,
Not surrendering to what's inside,
Listen, says Gaga, You were born this way.
To those that break or soar or fall
As fools or freaks or genius minds
Make no mistake, all peas in the same pod
For they hold true to what's inside.
Inspired by,
"Full of high-sentence but a bit obtuse."
-Eliot
